An Ran thought about the problem so seriously that he didn't notice the few sneaky figures that had been following behind his carriage.

Just as she came to her senses, the horse had tripped over the rope that suddenly appeared in the middle of the road, and the carriage fell to the ground, and An Ran quickly jumped out of the cart and rolled to the side. Before she could cry out in pain, several black-clothed masked figures instantly appeared in front of her.

An Ran secretly screamed in his heart that he was going to die, his body quickly retreated on the grass, his hand grabbed a handful of dirt on the ground and threw it forward, got up and turned around and ran. However, before she could run far, several men in black swept away the dust in front of them, flew to her side with light skills, and outflanked her left and right.

An Ran saw Yiming swaying, and the shiny big knife slashed towards her, her neck shrank in fright, and her hands trembled, just when she thought that her head was about to move and her life was about to be explained here, there was a "choking" sound, and a scabbard flew in the distance to resist the chopping blade.

Immediately, a white figure flashed, "Miss go first, and I will be waiting for you in the grove in the west." Just leave it to me here. The wind said as he wandered among the black masked men, with a sturdy figure like a dragon.

An Ran was stunned, she also knew that if she stayed at this time, she would have to let Feng take care of herself. Thinking of this, he hurriedly ran to the west. When she appeared in front of Sima Jin in shock and panting, he was sitting comfortably in the carriage with the curtain lifted, and his beautiful hands were cooking tea slowly.

"What, look stupid at this king? Or is it that the little girl is obsessed with the beauty of this king, do you think this king is beautiful and delicious?" Sima Jin slowly raised his head to look at An Ran, who was embarrassed outside the carriage, and smiled dotingly. It's false to say that you are not grateful, but how can this person be so arrogant and narcissistic.

"An Ran thanked the prince for saving his life, a great kindness, there is no way to repay it, and An Ran must remember it. Sima Jin laughed out loud, this girl was funny, she saved her, but she only said that she remembered it in her heart, how afraid she was that he would ask her to repay.

"Yes, but, in normal cases, don't they all promise each other personally?" Sima Jin put down the blue and white porcelain cup in his hand, flew out of the carriage, and pouted An Ran's chin with one hand, forcing her to look at herself. The snorts of the two sprayed each other's faces, hairy and a little itchy.

Sima Jin rubbed the smooth skin under his hands, and stared at An Ran with blazing eyes, as if he was staring at his prey. The corners of An Ran's mouth twitched, "The little woman hopes for it, but I'm afraid that the prince won't look down on a village girl like me." Sima Jin had a stump in her heart, she actually blocked him with his words.

Reaching out to take the grass clippings from An Ran's hair, "Then if I say that I just have a crush on you little village girl, are you going to agree, or not?" In the end, the force on his fingers increased slightly, and An Ran frowned unconsciously.

"Be my pawn, I promise you money, status, identity, honor, only a fool will not agree. Lowering An Ran's chin, Sima Jin flew into the carriage again, "Come up and have a cup of tea with this king." ”

An Ran naturally accepted it when she saw it, and now, she can't afford to offend him. When I entered the carriage, I found that there was a small Xiaoice bowl in the corner, and several pots of fine gentleman's orchid were placed next to it, and the cool air was radiated in the air, which appropriately eased the dry climate. The orange-yellow flowers of the orchid resemble umbrellas, and the stamens sway gently in the breeze, as if dancing.